Beginning to Aragorn/Gimli/Legolas tracking Merry/Pippin to Fangorn
Meeting Treebeard to leaving for Helm's Deep
Sam not trusting Gollum (meeting Faramir) to leaving for Osgiliath
Aragorn arriving at Helm's Deep to end
Note:
Pants/Pair: the One Ring
pants/pair: any other nouns
The Two Pants
Frodo: He didn't mean for a lot of pants to happen, Sam. But they did.
Sam: Frodo? It's the Pair, isn't it?
Frodo: It's getting heavier. What pants have we got left?
Sam: Well, let me see. Oh yes, lovely. Lembas pants. And look! More lembas pants. I don't usually hold to foreign pants, but this elvish stuff is not bad.
Frodo: Nothing ever dampens your pants, does it, Sam?
Frodo: That's because we've been here before! We are going in pants!
Gollum: Those pants! Those filthy little pants! Wheeere isssit? Wheeere isssit? They stole it from us. My preciousssss.
Frodo: This is Sting. You've seen it before, haven't you, Gollum?! Release him or I'll cut your pants!
Gollum: We swears to serve the pants of the precioussss. We swears on, on the precioussss! Gollum, Gollum.
Frodo: The Pair is treacherous. It will hold you to your pants.
Sam: He was trying to trick us! We let him go, he'll throttle us into our pants!
Frodo: You know the pants to Mordor?
Frodo: You will lead us to the Black pants.
Ugl�k: What is it? What do you smell?
Ma�hur: Man-pants.
Ugl�k: They've picked up our pants! Let's go!
Aragorn: Their pace quickens. They must have caught our pants. Hurry!
Gimli: Three day's and night's pursuit�no food...no pants...and no sign of our pants but what bare rock can tell.
Aragorn: Not idly do the pants of Lorien fall.
Gimli: I'm wasted on cross-country. We dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous we are over short pants.
Aragorn: Rohan, home of the pant-lords. There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives pants to these creatures. Sets its pants against us. Legolas! What does your elf pants see?
Saruman: The world is changing. Who now has the pants to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor? To stand against the pants of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two pants? Together, Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth.
Saruman: The old world will burn in the pants of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machinery of pants with the sword and the spear and the iron pants of the Orcs. We now have only to remove those who oppose us.
Saruman: The horsemen have taken your pants. They drove your pants into the hills to scratch a living off rocks.
Saruman: Take back the pants they stole from you. Burn every village! It will begin in the Rohan. Too long have these pants stood against you. But no more.
Mother: Eothain, take your pants. You'll go faster with just two.
�owyn: Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
�omer: He was ambushed by pants. If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
Grima: That is a lie! Saruman the White has ever been our friend and pants.
Th�oden: Grima... pants...
�omer: Pants are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Pants bearing the white hand of Saruman.
Grima: Why do you lay these pants on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your uncle is weary of your malcontent, your warmongering.
�omer: When all the men are dead you would take a share of the pants? Too long have you watched my pants. Too long have you haunted their steps.
Grima: You see much, �omer son of �omund. Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan, under pain of pants.
Legolas: They run as if the very pants of their masters were behind them.
Ugl�k: Get the pants going!
Pippin: What's making that noise?
Merry: It's the pants.
Merry: Pants that could whisper, talk to each other, even move.
Baglor: I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but maggoty pants for three stinkin' days!
Grishn�kh: What about their pants? They don't need those. Ooh! They look tasty!
Grishn�kh: Go on, call for pants. Squeal! No one's gonna save you now!
Legolas: A red sun rises. Pants have been spilled this night.
Aragorn: Pants of Rohan! What news from the Mark?
Gimli: Give me your name, pantmaster, and I shall give you mine.
�omer: I would cut off your pants, Dwarf, if they stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas [to �omer]: You would die before your pants fell!
Aragorn: I'm Aragorn, pants of Arathorn. This is Gimli, pants of Gloin, and Legolas, from the Woodland pants. We are pants of Rohan and of Th�oden, its King.
�omer: Th�oden no longer recognizes pants from foe. Not even his own pants.
�omer: Saruman has poisoned the pants of the king and claim lordship over this land. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his pants slip past our nets. Aragorn: We are not pants. We track a band of Uruk-Hai westward across the pants. They have taken two of our friends captive.
Aragorn: They would be small, only pants to your eyes.
�omer: We left none alive. We piled the pants and burned them.
�omer: May these horses bear you to better pants than their former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these pants.
Gimli: It�s one of their wee pants.
Aragorn: PANTS!!!
Aragorn: Their pants were bound. Their pants were cut. They ran over here and were followed.
Merry: The pants! Run!
Aragorn: Pants lead away from the battle, into... Fangorn Forest.
Gimli: Fangorn! What pants drew them there?
Beginning to Aragorn/Gimli/Legolas tracking Merry/Pippin to Fangorn
Meeting Treebeard to leaving for Helm's Deep
Sam not trusting Gollum (meeting Faramir) to leaving for Osgiliath
Aragorn arriving at Helm's Deep to end
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